Tang Feng bent down.
He grabbed the white coat clinging to his thigh and lifted it up a bit.
The front of the white coat was pinned under Lin Wenjuan's thigh and crotch.
Lin Wenjuan thought about slightly lifting her butt, so Tang Feng could easily flip the white coat to her waist.
But just as her butt moved, that excruciating pain hit her again, and it hurt so much that she couldn't help but shed tears.
"Dr. Lin, let me do it, if it hurts, just bear with it a bit," Tang Feng said softly.
"Mhm," Lin Wenjuan responded in a low voice.
This sound had a sobbing tone.
It seemed that this beautiful woman was indeed in terrible pain.
No one else is to blame, who asked her to be so stubborn.
Tang Feng's left hand stretched out, lying flat on the bedsheet, sliding under Lin Wenjuan's thigh.
His palm, through the fabric of her pants, clung tightly to Lin Wenjuan's thigh, giving Tang Feng a feeling of turmoil due to its softness and tightness.